charlotte's web had a seedy underbelly
spelling good smells later shown on the telly
saved that pig a magical spider,
that girl fern, all animals abide'r, or
perish, alone no strands debonair
amelia earhart's arc to the fair
bathed in the buttermilk all mothers make good
trucked in the lie all-fathers crate-wood
get in you'll be fine, our truculent swine
free speech tongue so tasty in populist wine
while templeton gather the script of the trash
politics weave some pastoral cash
fragile yet strong, brave and devout
feminine spinner, transient bout
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